Noodles and I make the morning loop
The dawn hangs on to the last cool air of night
Deep summer now and the whole concept of cool
is ephemeral
We walk into the woods seeking the last dark places
Wind high in the trees deceives
It is a north wind coming down the slopes
of the Cascades
Paradox, north brings heat and south brings cool
The purest expression of friction heat
I watch the leaves of the willows shimmer in the breeze
then momentarily feel the warmth of the coming day
We quicken the pace to the river and are rewarded
Air chilled by the always cold Sacramento creeps in around us
We linger by a pond trying to hold back the sunrise
Noodles swimming and chasing sticks
as the tips of the trees turn ever brighter
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